LINE OF ENQUIRY:
How are oldage fantasy worlds created by different authors similar?
Books to read:
A wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin – The Earthsea quartet.
A game of thrones by George R. R. Martin – A song of Fire and Ice
Films to watch:
The fellowship of the rings – Lord of the rings
Beowulf OR the chronicles of Narnia – The lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
“We have scorched the snake not killed it.”
The word snake is a metaphor for Banquo and Fleance. A snake is usually portrayed as being sly and venomous. This means that Macbeth who is says this is making out that they are sly and venomous. This is reinforced by a sibilance “scorched the snake” which makes the line seem more controlling and powerful. We is a pronoun, this is careful manipulation by Macbeth. He is saying instead of himself killing Banquo he is elevating his wife to the same level. This line uses imagery in the scorching of the snake.
We have succeeded in conquering the Norwegians in spite of the traitorous Thane of Cawdor who gave information about us to the enemy. He will be executed. After the battle me and Banquo were strolling in the woods when we found 3 witches. They prophesised that I would be Thane of Cawdor and king and that Banquo’s children would be kings and queens.
I am already thane of glands but to be Thane of Cawdor would be a privilege and an honour. I am confused since the witches said that I would be crowned king but that would mean I have to kill the king.
Yours dearly Macbeth
The door opened. Feeding time. I walk towards the opening knowing what will be through it. It is always the same, nothing other than food, and the keeper. Today was different food yes but no keeper. Two small boys knelt at the bars, one with his hand poking through the bars. He was holding out food, hand slightly shaking. The taller one ran out of the door. Ignoring this I start walking towards the boy holding the meat looking straight into his eyes. I get within reach of his hand and move forwards to take a bite when suddenly a loud noise and a flurry of activity out of my field of view sent me bolting towards the enclosure. The gate closed soon after that.
A few minutes later the gate was raised again. I was more cautious this time but through the bars I could see a live goat. Food, finally. I arched my back and hunched my shoulders. Treading quietly towards the prey I pounced only then did I see keeper and both small boys. I dragged the carcass into the yard and into my den.